Category: The Story

I can’t call this the first shoot here at the new studio (we did a green-screen shoot with a DC artist for a project a couple days before), but it is Erica’s inaugural green-screen, praise-and-worship recording for online church services. We have recorded them at […]

It’s only been a short while since my first post on the new space, but I thought it be nice to document the transformation and frivolous happenings in the space as it evolves rather quickly. While still in what I term, Phase One, these changes […]

I left my 18th Street office, in April of 2020. It had gotten quiet in the building when the lockdown started, and production business was questionable. Having an office when there’s little money to be made had me a bit frantic. After one mid-March evening […]

In 2000, I was working around the clock. A “day job” to not only pay the bills, but also frame my artwork. Framing artwork is expensive and getting some free materials was part of the plan. If I had an idea, I just did it… […]

In 2003, I had only been a father for a couple of years. I spent all my time with my son, not just keeping an eye on him, but fully engaged and enjoying the experience. I was able to see myself and my wife, in […]

The kids were always welcomed to hang out at the old studio on Illinois Avenue. This day, Excel came into my office after reading to give me a review of a chapter he read in one of his Narnia books. He was walking and talking […]

This was the documentary that made me think, I could really do “this.” Armed with my DVX-100, the first 24p prosumer DV camera, I spent several months documenting the world of the burgeoning artist, Christon “Christylez” Bacon. It was the start of collaborative relationship that […]

When her personality started to evince itself (around 10-months), I started to think that Truth was a better version of me. We have a lot of similarities, save my almost overwhelming set of issues and utter goofiness. She is finding her voice in math, science, […]

Disclaimer: I have a vivid imagination. That could be an understatement. Nonetheless, I have never doubted what I saw outside of my bedroom window in the summer of 1978. I remember hearing something outside (the window was open), an oscillating sound and when I got […]

I was driving up Arkansas Avenue, in Northwest DC, about to turn onto Georgia Avenue, so that I could return to the studio on Illinois Avenue, just a few blocks north. I was talking to myself… more like yelling, as I was dealing with some […]